You know I’m not a dick, right? I have listened to your concerns. We have talked things over. I’ve even come up with ways to accommodate you.
I’ve done my part.
And having had your concerns heard, talking things over, and been accommodated, you have one small part to play.
To quit whining.
I don’t think this is too much to ask. I’m not being unreasonable. This is the art of compromise and I feel as if I have. The question is have you? Because I certainly can’t tell.
This isn’t a personal attack, though I’m certain you will take this personally. Nor am I trying to make you feel bad. In any way. Though I am certain you will.
It’s just…you react to everything.
I talk about the need to update our fellowship space and you flip out. Or we consider your recommendation, but choose not to go along with it and you cause a scene. And really, if you are reading this, you might even think this blog is about you.
This is to say that I’m done with this. You haven’t earned my attention, I’ve given it to you. And you, for your part, have chosen to abuse my time, my focus, and my energy.
My job isn’t to make you feel better about yourself. It isn’t to repair your sensitive ego and low self-esteem. That’s not my job.
Nor is it to dance around your hot-button issues; never daring to speak prophetically or challenge your precious serenity.
Besides, that never works. Especially with you. My dances all end up in brutal battles for control.
I hope you hear this and trust me when I tell you that I love you. That I wouldn’t say this if I didn’t. It is much easier to ignore a problem than deal with it. It is much easier to ignore someone you don’t care for than to confront a loved one. I. Love. You.
But I don’t love your sensitive ego. I think that thing sucks.